Super Fighting Tokyo.

If you run away by any means necessary and never look back, you might be able to escape by chance, but is that really a fight?

"..."

The excruciating pain in my body subsided slightly, and my strength returned somewhat, but my mind was still a jumbled mess.

Turning a corner, Dorr temporarily escaped Bai Mucheng.

He staggered along the path until he reached a garbage dump, where he lifted a corner cover of an electrical manhole and took out a handbag.

He always had a habit of being well-prepared, hiding props in various places in advance.

"This is just right."

Dorr muttered to himself, leaning against the wall, turning to look around, "Next, we need to find a suitable battleground..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bai Mucheng's voice came from behind Duoer, "Brother Duoer, where are you thinking of going?"

Dol was startled and immediately realized that Bai Mucheng was behind the wall behind him, with only two layers of bricks separating them.

"..."

Dol was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly relaxed and looked up at the sky.

"They really made a big fuss; it'll be hard for them to escape now!"

He was carrying that briefcase, and he pursed his lips, saying, "I'm going to lead you to a place that's advantageous to me, and then send you to your death."

To everyone's surprise, Bai Mucheng burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Haha, Brother Dorr, such a frank conspiracy is not like your style!"

"Is that 'death row inmate' who suddenly appeared while I was exercising in the morning and even attacked Wu Lei'an in women's clothing, actually declaring his victory?"

Bai Mucheng leaned forward, resting against the wall.

"Are you saying this because you want to 'fight' me? Will this kind of 'fight' make you admit defeat?"

"..."

Dorr was already in a state of confusion, and was further enraged by Bai Mucheng's words. He roared angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, if you have the guts, then come after me!"

"Okay!"

Bai Mucheng finished speaking.

Dol felt a chill run down his spine, making his scalp tingle.

He suddenly braced himself up, using the momentum to dash forward and dodge.

The next moment—

Boom!!

Bai Mucheng's [Striking Extreme] blast struck the wall behind Duoer, piercing through the entire wall and sending countless brick fragments flying.

Splash...

Gravel flew up and dust rose.

Dol shook his body, shaking off the stones that had fallen on him, grabbed his handbag and ran quickly, afraid of being overtaken by Bai Mucheng behind him.

……

……

The chase continues.

In his panic, Dorl searched everywhere for a suitable location, but dared not break into any houses, lest he be killed by the patrolling Wu clan.

Finally, he found a good place: a stadium that was already dark and closed.

One side of the stadium clearly has upper and lower levels, similar to the setup of a weight training gym, which is exactly what Dole needs right now.

Swish!

Dole kicked open the side door of the stadium with a powerful kick, rushed in with his handbag, and disappeared into the darkness inside.

He was panting, secretly observing outside the door, waiting for Bai Mucheng to arrive.

Suddenly, a dim light inside the venue caught Dol's attention.

There are still people in the stadium so late at night?

Dole opened his eyes wide, trying to find someone who might be in the venue, when he heard heavy footsteps behind him.

It turned out that the person had already come up behind him!

"Hahahaha! Are you a death row inmate? I saw you in the basement of Tokyo Dome on the opening day of the street fighting tournament!!!"

A huge black shadow loomed over Dorr.

Dolce turned around, clutching his handbag, and looked nervously at the man.

He was a giant man, 196cm tall and weighing at least 140kg, around forty years old, with a burly build, dreadlocks, and a battle mark on his left eye.

It's none other than professional wrestler – [Prison Angel] Kwan Lin-Chun!

He was still wrapped in bandages, and his nose was in a cast, looking like he was seriously injured.

But a thin layer of sweat was glistening on his thick muscles, and his skin was warm, clearly indicating that he was exercising.

Serious injury? Training? Late at night? Who is it? Alone?

Looking at the giant man not far away, Dorr was filled with countless questions and was at a loss for what to do.

But the giant's words quickly brought Dorl back to his senses.

"Street fighting tournament? I see, I understand. You're a participant in that tournament, which means you're my opponent."

Dorr's eyes were downcast, with a sharp glint in them.

"It's something like this: no questions asked about time, place, or circumstances. We're enemies, and once we meet, we can settle the score."

Dol looked up at the giant, "Shall we fight?"

"Haha, what a straightforward guy! My name is Guan Linchun."

Guan Linchun grinned, baring his teeth in a sinister smile. "Perfect timing. I've had quite a bit to gain today, and training alone isn't enough, so I'll have some fun—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Swish!

Dorl leaped forward, his wrist and elbow flashing out blades that slashed towards Guan Linchun's burly body.

Just as he was about to succeed, Dorr's joints suddenly jammed, making his movements awkward and allowing him to easily dodge.

it's over...

Dol felt a chill in his heart, realizing he was about to be evaded and counterattacked.

But when Dorr landed, the blades on his elbows and wrists were stained with blood.

"...!?"

When Dorl looked back, he saw the giant standing there.

His bandages were cut open, and two bloody marks appeared on his muscles, but he showed no intention of dodging and let Dorr attack him!

"what?"

Dorr could not understand this scene.

Guan Linchun, however, explained with a smile, "A professional wrestler's fight is about enduring all of his opponent's special moves!"

Dorr: "..."

Another battle!

Dol felt inexplicably irritated, his expression turned cold, and with a flick of his fingers, accompanied by a series of "clicking" sounds, a blade popped out from his wrist.

"Not dodging? Then I'll take you down first!"

Dol lunged forward, delivering a powerful uppercut, and slightly shifted his body to the side, intending to use the blade of his wrist to sever Guan Linchun's brachial artery.

puff!

The blade struck its target.

But then, Dorr's movements suddenly froze.

It wasn't a joint problem, but rather that Guan Linchun's well-developed muscles exerted force so hard that they jammed the blade on Dor's wrist!

"Dude, with your magician-like physique, you'd be very popular in the wrestling ring!"

Guan Linchun shouted loudly, twisted his body to shake off Duoer, and kicked forward with his big foot at the same time.

boom!

"Wow..."

Dorr was struck hard in the abdomen, and he flew backward, rolling down next to the handbag, coughing up blood.

Guan Linchun snorted and exhaled hot air, completely ignoring the knife wounds on his body.

Dol rose shakily, clutching his briefcase to his chest. "Wrestling? An actor's trick, can that really be considered fighting? Don't make me laugh..."

His face was grim. He unzipped his briefcase and pulled out a packet of "flour" and a lighter.

Guan Linchun was puzzled upon seeing this, “…?”

"I originally saved you to deal with Bai Mucheng, but now I'll send you to your death first!"

Dole ripped open the flour sack and then flung it around violently.

Whoosh!

Immediately, white powder filled the relatively enclosed first floor of the stadium.

Dol rolled toward the door, lighting a lighter and throwing it into the room.

call out!

In an instant, the scattered flour was ignited, creating a dust explosion.

A huge burst of flames rose up and instantly engulfed the entire room, including Guan Linchun inside.

Boom—!!